Try to masturbate (unsuccessfully)

For a few minutes Jason stood in frustrated disbelief. After spending so long rubbing her feet, this was so unfair! It was all Violets fault, if it wasn't for her Alison would've still been in a good mood, she'd have said yes.

His balls had built up a pressure that had risen all the way through his chest, his entire body needing the release. Fuck it, he thought, I'll deal with it myself.

He left the bedroom, phone in hand and ready to blow this five day (was it five? He'd lost count) load into the toilet bowl, feeling his body get excited in anticipation. But as he entered the corridor he saw the bathroom door click shut. Violet, again! He waited for a moment for her to come out, stood there pathetically with his boner clearly visible in his pants, feeling like the biggest loser on the planet.

Then he heard the unmistakable sound of shit hitting the bottom of the toilet bowl, and decided even he wasn't worthless enough to masturbate to the stench of a twelve year old's excrement.

Slinking back to the bedroom, the slight off now, he got under the covers. Slowly he reached his hand down into his shorts and wrapped his hand around his cock, noticeably thicker and more sensitive than normal. Instant relief flooded him as he began slowly running his hand up and down, from head to base, pumping away until...

"Are you wanking?" Alison growled from beside him, her tone full of reproach, disgust.

"What? Err, no," Jason said, panicked.

"What were you doing then?"

"Err, nothing."

"That's disgusting, don't do that next to me. Go somewhere else."

"I wasn't doing anything! It's fine. Let's go to sleep."

Alison sighed, leaving them both in a heavy silence. Jason let go of his cock, his body wailing in protest. He couldn't go anywhere else to do it, he knew what she'd be like if he did. He'd come back in and she'd say, "Enjoy your wank?" In that way she did, full if mocking and contempt, as if saying, "You disgusting pig, was that good for you loser? I can't believe even you would touch yourself."

Instead he lay there, unable to sleep due to the pressure and discomfort inside him. He'd have to wait until she was asleep and try again, it was his only choice.

So he lay there in the dark, desperately waiting for her to drop off so he could touch himself. Unconsciously he began to hump the mattress, gently rubbing himself up and down on it in microscopic movements, only serving to make his need grow worse. It was an hour before he dared reach down again.

Slowly, palm and fingers just on his head and top inch of his cock, he began to massage up and down again. It was painful, having to do such little movements that he remained undetected, all the while his body begged for him to go fast, to get the pressure out. The involuntary edging seem to go on and on, the pleasure growing with his **** need for relief. Ten minutes and he was finally nearly there.

"You're shaking the whole bed," Alison snarled. "I'm trying to sleep. What are you doing?"

"Nothing!" He said again. u

"Well the bed's moving, so you are. What are you doing?"

She knew perfectly well what he was doing, so why was she trying to make him say it? Why did she want him to admit to it like he was some sort of naughty boy? Couldn't she let him have this tiny relief, please?

"I was just itching," Jason said, pushing down his thoughts. "I'm sorry, I'll stop. Just go to sleep."

He didn't try again after that, but the discomfort kept him awake. His phone said it was 12, then 1, then 3, his discomfort ever present on his mind. By the time the Sun streamed through the window and his alarm began to chirp, Jason's eyes throbbed almost as badly as his cock. Had he managed to sleep at all last night?

Well, it was too late now. There were things to do.